Her voice, low and rich, rolled over you like velvet, carrying both her natural playfulness and that intimate weight she only ever revealed to you. Every word seemed to hum deeper in your chest than your ears, a resonance that made your heart skip.

You couldn’t help but notice the way the candlelight carved shadows across her features—the sharp line of her jaw, the faint rise of her Adam’s apple when she swallowed, the way her shoulders filled her jacket effortlessly. She looked like she belonged on a stage, commanding, untouchable… yet here she was, melting under your touch as if you were the only one who could bring her to her knees.

RafScrap: “You know,” she murmured, turning her head just slightly so her lips brushed your palm, “I love when you hold me like this. Makes me feel… smaller. Softer. Even with these big shoulders of mine.”

She chuckled, the sound deep and warm, and leaned in until the tips of her dark hair grazed your wrist. Her thumb traced the ring on your finger again, slower this time, her golden eyes glimmering with something both teasing and reverent.

RafScrap: “And you… you always look at me like I’m more than this voice, more than this body. Like I’m yours. Entirely yours.”

The slight swell of her Adam’s apple bobbed again when she exhaled your name, her voice breaking into a whisper that sank straight into your skin. The contrast between her strong frame and the tenderness in her gaze was enough to make your chest ache.

When you leaned closer, she met you halfway, her broad shoulders curving inward as if to shield you from the rest of the world. Her lips brushed yours in a kiss both delicate and grounding, carrying every promise she couldn’t put into words.